Funny, lately a major topic of discussion has been adult children trying to come back to the nest by any means possible. Anyway, Thanksgiving is at my sister's. It's at 4 o'clock. That means I definitely won't be able to drive home in the dark afterwards. So, I asked my mother if I could crash at her place, which turned into both of us crashing at my sister's place, since apparently, I am driving us from mom's to sister's. Both mom and I are worthless when it comes to driving at night. But, what hit me was how freaking awkward, this, and the number of times I've stood over at my mother's due usually to the night driving issue, has felt. I absolutely hate it. When I had to move back in with my mother for a few months while husband was in military training, I thought I was gonna lose my mind (and am sure my mother did as well). Two of us tiptoeing around on eggshells. I do understand that in certain areas, adult children just can't earn enough to live on their own, so continue to live with their parents. But, I was just comparing my reaction to these "kids" reactions and it got me thinking (always a dangerous practice) I think my deep aversion to spending overnights with my family is not normal, by the way.